Lu Mingfei: What? They're all real!

Xia Mi had long since forgotten about those things. Her eyes gleamed as she eagerly awaited Lu Mingfei to tell her something more important.

"I know, I know, I remember it all." Lu Mingfei nodded repeatedly.

He remembered it very clearly, and even prepared it in his phone's memo app. After all, this was something that could save the lives of the four monarchs, so it was no exaggeration to remember it perfectly.

Despite this, the girl, who was full of anticipation, smiled even more triumphantly. She grabbed his forearm and turned to merge into the crowd on the streets of New York.

……

All day long, from sunrise to sunset, from the streets to the shops, the two of them measured the entire Brooklyn area with their footprints. Lu Mingfei had a vague feeling that the girl beside him probably harbored some kind of subtle revenge mentality, perhaps because she had accumulated some kind of resentment after following Erii that time.

But now, the smile on her face is so bright, as if she really is just a girl in her prime.

"What kind of junk is this? It's so expensive! I think we should just rob these kinds of trashy shops from now on!"

After leaving the luxury store, Xia Mi kept shouting that she wanted to be Clyde and Bonnie with Lu Mingfei, and to be a pair of thieves in America.

"Absolutely not, those two were executed in the end, this combination name is not auspicious at all." Lu Mingfei scoffed.

"That's their style, we won't repeat their mistakes~" The girl tossed her neatly tied hair, her hand rustling across her cheeks, as if she were shining on stage.

"I'm not very good at it either, so if we really encounter a crisis, I'll have to rely on you."

Lu Mingfei is very good at playing the supporting role, just like he has done countless times before. He always knows how to say just the right thing and flatter girls who want to hear nice things.

Xia Mi shook her head nonchalantly. The guy with the bewitching face who had shown his claws and threatened Norton's life had completely disappeared. She deliberately tossed her head and used her tied ponytail to attack Lu Mingfei's face. After he choked and ate a mouthful of hair, she giggled.

Once things quieted down, she remembered something, and her expression became slightly serious. She felt she needed to discuss some important issues.

"But I don't think you're bad at all. You just enhanced that Deadpool's bloodline, right?" she asked. "Think about it carefully, you also almost lowered the bloodline of that girl named Erii, although it was only temporary, but it was a real reduction. Do you... have the ability to change bloodlines?"

This was a sensitive question, and she hadn't really wanted to ask it. After all, in her understanding, beings with such abilities were high above, like gods, and even to her, they were just legends. But as she thought about it, she was always afraid that the boy who was always by her side was actually some kind of terrifying being...

He knew almost everything about her, even the color of her underwear. It seemed like she had no secrets from him, but upon closer examination, she still knew nothing about him... Sometimes she couldn't help but wonder if there was even a tiny chance that this guy was a ruthless scheme orchestrated by some cunning individual to lure her, this giant snake.

“Yes, of course it’s about changing bloodlines,” Lu Mingfei nodded in response, interrupting her thoughts.

Contrary to the girl's expectations, Lu Mingfei didn't hide anything about this matter. He explained the principles of bloodline enhancement or reduction in detail, sounding somewhat proud, and then grabbed her arm to demonstrate.

Xia Mi was completely dumbfounded. She had expected to receive an ambiguous answer, but now this kind of technology and power, which only existed in legends, was completely open to her, even though she didn't understand many of the words and was completely incapable of performing such a miracle...

But she could clearly tell that the boy who was traveling with her probably didn't want to hide anything. He carefully held her slender arm, sometimes even patting it gently like a nurse, trying to gauge the flow rate of her blue blood.

She couldn't help but laugh, feeling as if she were playing with a little boy who hadn't grown up yet.

"Alright, keep these things to yourself. Don't spill everything out like a sieve the moment someone asks you." She gently advised Lu Ming to be a little more cautious, like a caring married woman.

"That depends on who it is. You can't be considered 'other people'," Lu Mingfei said dismissively.

Xia Mi finally gave up that tiny bit of doubt; the person in front of her always managed to say things that made her heart tremble.

“Um…” she tugged at his sleeve.

"Ok?"

"You have to keep your word..." the girl muttered softly, stammering.

"what?"

"..." She gazed at him silently.

"I forgot, can you remind me?"

"..." She became slightly somber.

"I know! It's just what I said before." Lu Mingfei smiled, as if he had successfully amused a child, put his hands behind his back, and loudly proclaimed, "A promise is a promise! I said I didn't want to give up on you, so I absolutely won't! How old are you? Still shy about such a small thing? Are you a little girl?"

"Keep your voice down!" The girl, whose thoughts had been exposed, quickly reached out to cover his mouth.

"Never mind..." the girl thought to herself. Even if this was some kind of sugar-coated bullet, she would swallow it whole. Although it might hurt a lot when the bullet exploded, it was really sweet.

Let's eat first and talk about it later~

Chapter 176 A Great Success in Shifting the Blame East

Lu Mingfei now always needs to sneak back to school, especially after he accomplished another "historic" feat.

However, besides the girls who would block the platform with flowers and envelopes, there were others who would wait for Lu Mingfei on his way back quietly—the executive department would grin at him, then grab him without a word, lift him above their heads, and run wildly through the night.

Xia Mi, who had originally planned to go out for a late-night snack with her husband, was wondering whether she should follow them to avoid any unexpected events. Just as she was thinking this, she suddenly noticed that Zero, who had been waiting for a long time like a puppy at the door, had not been able to get close. Now he could only pitifully follow behind the crowd, like a young wife seeing her husband off to the battlefield through a train window.

She couldn't bear to watch, and with a touch of pity, she went up to Ling, patted the girl's shoulder to comfort her, and said that everything would be alright. But she found that Ling turned around and said expressionlessly that she had packed shrimp fried rice and wanted to wait for him to eat together, as if she was refuting Xia Mi's feeling that she was a bit pitiful.

But Xia Mi suddenly remembered the happy times she had spent traveling with someone, and for a moment she felt even more sorry for this girl.

……

The doors to the rotunda were pushed open by the executives, and the lights shone directly on Lu Mingfei's face, making him a little dizzy.

He didn't know what the scholars in the Executive and Research departments had done to this Deadpool, nor did he know how Zero's amazing friends had exerted their power, but everything was as he had hoped, even better—

"After extensive verification, we believe that the alien dragon that appeared in New York is not the Bronze and Fire King that was initially presumed to be, however—" Mans, the head of the executive department, was speaking eloquently, showing the crystal in his hand to the diverse crowd surrounding him.

Mans said, "We can begin to consider this a great day in human history. Chemical analysis confirmed that it was undoubtedly the blood of the first species. And this pseudo-first species—we'll call it that for now—although it's not a real dragon king, its strength far surpasses that of the first species, and its research significance and value are immense."

"Then why do such individuals exist?" a gentleman on the hearing platform asked, raising his cane.

“Good question, but I think it might require a professional to answer.” Mans gestured in another direction, where an elderly man wearing a monocle was standing.

The old man walked shakily to the front of the stage and began to speak in a trembling voice. He sounded very old, but it was precisely because of his age that his words were surprisingly convincing. In an instant, the noisy hall fell silent.

“Our understanding of dragons has always been superficial, like a naive child studying Einstein’s theory of relativity. Theories are always being modified by realities that are beyond our comprehension. We have always believed that dragons are divided into the first generation, the second generation, and then the third and fourth generations, passing down their lineage through generations,” the old man said. “But this is wrong.”

He launched into a long speech: "The second-generation species we hunted down below the Kui Gate before was the one whose name could be confirmed. It was Samson, the dragon servant of the King of Bronze and Fire. His name is written in history, and the Bible describes him as being like the sun. But compared to this one, he can probably only be regarded as a firefly. Whether it is physical quality or mastery of the power of words, they are not on the same level... And if we regard this one as a second-generation species, then all second-generation species will have to be downgraded and regarded as third-generation species from now on."

The entire audience was in an uproar; no one could have imagined that the gap was so large.

The old man adjusted his glasses and continued, "As for why such an individual appeared, we believe it is related to Odin. Its corpse was wearing a mask and had one eye. This image is too clear and points to the chief god of Norse mythology. We have never been able to confirm Odin's position in the mythology of dragons, but today we have the answer. He is probably not our ally."

Yes, that's it! Put all the blame on that treacherous guy!

Lu Mingfei, hiding behind the crowd, secretly clenched his fist, feeling smug that he could sometimes come up with effective schemes.

"The structure of this dragon corpse is quite similar to Deadpool's, and we believe it has probably been modified. Through Odin's intervention, its bloodline was elevated, thus reaching a level close to that of a dragon king," the old man explained.

"But why?" someone asked, like the great detective Hercule Poirot, questioning the motive.

“I think we need to explain this to the parties involved—” Mans took back the right to speak like a host in charge, but quickly pointed to the crowd.

The crowd, as vast as the ocean, parted like the sea parted by Moses, and finally revealed Lu Mingfei, who was huddled at the very back. He was then ushered to the center of the hall.

No matter how many times, stepping onto the stage was always an embarrassing thing for Lu Mingfei. But now, he needed to stand on the stage and turn his carefully crafted lie into "reality." Surrounded by lights and applause, he looked like a great hero who slays a dragon.

Everyone really misjudged him... He mocked himself as a two-faced person, and even more so as a typical traitor.

But no matter how many ideas he had, it all stopped the moment he opened his mouth.

Lu Mingfei's voice echoed in the rotunda. He had been a skilled orator for a long time; otherwise, he wouldn't have been so bold as to start a "dirty joke" in a school-wide speech contest. He began by recounting his journey from Chicago Airport, which was as captivating as a detective novel by Conan Doyle or Agatha Christie.

However, this was only to enhance credibility and erase information that was more likely to be doubted. He recounted what he and Chen Motong saw and heard at the various locations where abnormal signals were discovered, and also described the scenes that were profiled.

He recounted the black woman shouting for divine punishment outside the casino, and the white driver whose face was burned next to the light rail. He also described the scene of the casino delivering goods before the attack, and focused on his and Chen Motong's deduction process—just how important the "targeted" goods were.

He spoke eloquently, trying to convince everyone present that "this was a murder and robbery attack launched by a mysterious force, and this mysterious force is capable of creating enemies far stronger than the next generation of beings."

The hall gradually quieted down. His story had worked well, but more importantly, no one doubted that someone who had single-handedly defeated such a powerful enemy would lie. After the deathly silence, people began to point the finger at "Odin".

Although not everyone agrees that the chief god in the mythology must be the enemy—after all, many buildings in Kassel are named after Valhalla or other related buildings, and there is a statue of Odin on campus—everyone agrees that the enemy lurking behind them is their biggest target right now.

Thus, a joint operation began, with researchers from literature, history, and archaeology all being incorporated into the plan to explore "Odin," determined to uncover his true identity from the historical context.

Lu Mingfei's plan to divert the trouble eastward was a great success.

Chapter 177 The Visiting Student Council President

The day after the hearing-like presentation, while Lu Mingfei was still fast asleep in his dormitory, two men came to his door one after the other.

Fingel used to always sleep naked, but after weighing the pros and cons of life versus comfort, he decided to spend fifty dollars on a set of pajamas. He really didn't want to open the door one day to see his fellow female students' faces, only to be struck by a heavy blow and end up in the ICU...

Of course, maintaining good manners in front of other female students who might secretly come to your door to deliver love letters is also an important reason.

"Hello, dear Xue—" He opened the door, but almost choked on his words halfway through.

"Hello, Fingel. I've heard that Germans are very meticulous, but I never expected them to use such an intimate prefix with people of the same sex." The man standing at the door laughed heartily. "I thought it was a characteristic of us Italians."

"Kaiser, Caesar?" Fingel's mouth was so big it could fit Lu Mingfei's head inside.

The noise woke Lu Mingfei, who was still dreaming. He opened his eyes groggily and saw golden hair fluttering in the doorway. The man's broad chest blocked the entire doorway, and he had an indescribable smile on his face.

Lu Mingfei breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he didn't see a girl's face. He didn't want to go anywhere today. He just wanted to get a good night's sleep in bed. Although he could postpone the fatigue after using his abilities through willpower or a little trick, he still needed to make up for the lost energy.

Even the meticulous Ms. Ling noticed that he had a lot more gray hairs after the "lecture" yesterday, and advised him to take a good rest for a while in an almost commanding tone.

So he waved to Caesar, who probably wasn't there to see him, and then slipped back into his bed like an eel.

"Lu Mingfei, I know it's impolite to disturb you like this, but please forgive me, I have something to say, it won't take long." Caesar stood at the door, but his voice had already drifted in. He seemed to be a born leader, speaking with an air of authority that brooked no refusal.

He turned his gaze to Fingel, who was closer, and asked if he could come in. Fingel nodded repeatedly and, rather disloyally, made way for him. He even displayed the good qualities that a department head should have, running errands for Caesar like a lackey.

However, Lu Mingfei, who had no choice but to sit up in bed, knew perfectly well that Fingel was 99% afraid that Caesar would discover that all the rumors on the discussion forums were his doing, and he was just feeling guilty.

Caesar nodded his thanks to Fingel, who had brought him a chair, and then sat down facing Lu Mingfei, like a general arriving at the front lines of a battle.

"First of all, congratulations on your great achievements," he said.

"Don't mention it, don't mention it. It's just a small contribution." Lu Mingfei quoted the great man's words. He had quoted this famous saying many times in the past two days. Everyone's praise was always pouring in like a tide, and he was almost overwhelmed by the praise.

“You are very modest, but that’s not good,” Caesar said. “If your achievements are considered a tiny contribution, then most people in this academy would consider themselves worthless. When I first enrolled, people would often celebrate defeating a fourth-generation beast. Now it seems like just mediocre people indulging in self-congratulation.”

"It's not that serious..." Lu Mingfei felt that the guy in front of him looked a bit gloomy, as if he had suffered a great blow.

He always felt that such radiant people were probably both melancholic and anxious in private, always needing to consider their image, so they always had a lot of burdens in their hearts. For example, Su Xiaoqiang, Lu Mingfei used to always see this dazzling girl sitting in her seat staring out the window in a daze before her duty day after school, and then slowly becoming melancholic, and finally showing an expression as if she wanted to cry.

He felt he should comfort Caesar, but direct comfort seemed more like mockery…

Fortunately, the blond man broke Lu Mingfei's dilemma of whether or not to offer some comfort.

Caesar suddenly revealed a sun-like smile, looking extremely confident. "But it is precisely because you are a worthy opponent that I am very happy. Defeating only Chu Zihang is far from enough. I believe our competition will be very interesting. Of course, I believe it will be the same for you. I will prove myself to be a worthy opponent."

"No, bro, nobody wants to compete with you, okay..." Lu Mingfei choked on his words, unable to utter a word of explanation...

You can tell just by your names! You guys are called the Student Council, a gang of thugs who roam the campus with guns. Chu Zihang and his friends are called the Lionheart Society, which sounds like some kind of ruthless knightly group. But we're called the Pretty Girls Reading Club! Haven't you seen our leisurely reading time? You clearly saw it through the window!

And another thing, can you really bear the humiliation of being defeated by a group called the "Pretty Girl Book Club"? This kind of humiliation will follow you for life, bro! It's no less than getting headshot every round in CS by a guy called "Pink Furry Hat"!

But all those inner complaints can only be expressed with a simple, "Okay, keep it up!"

Lu Mingfei understood this kind of person who always demanded perfection. He could tell that Caesar was actually in a lot of turmoil. This guy had said something like "I will prove myself to be a worthy opponent," whereas Caesar usually always said "You are a worthy opponent"... He was indeed quite shocked.

Lu Mingfei was adept at analyzing women's psychology, but he was equally adept at analyzing men, or rather, he was even better at empathizing with men. He flashed an impeccable professional fake smile, pretending to be very much looking forward to it, and casually inquired about what kind of "competition" was worth anticipating.

He even brought up the upcoming sailing race, saying things like, "Please, Brother Caesar, go easy on me and don't let me lose too badly," which was quite pathetic.

Caesar was stunned, then as if he had been given a breath of magic, he suddenly became much more energetic and sat up straight. He was obviously very satisfied with the expression on his opponent's face. After nodding, he suddenly stood up, his hair shining like gold, and walked towards Lu Mingfei's bed under Lu Mingfei's gaze.

The closer Caesar got, the more Lu Mingfei felt like a young girl about to be taken advantage of; the guy's expression was far too fervent...

"Well then, as you said, I look forward to our next match. You're a really good person, and I admire you."

Caesar is completely different now than when he arrived. He's not so aloof anymore, his posture isn't as upright, and his tone isn't as formal. Yet, he's become much more approachable, as if he actually saw through Lu Mingfei's "encouragement" beneath his fake smile.

He gave a smile as bright as sunshine, no longer as dazzling as the sun, but gentle. After saying goodbye to Lu Mingfei several times, he opened the door and left.

Lu Mingfei finally let out a long sigh of relief, but then he heard a greeting drift in from outside the door, almost exactly one after the other from Caesar.

Are there more experts?

Chapter 178 The Visiting Lionheart Club President

The person who came was Chu Zihang. He always had no expression on his face, like a gender-swapped version of a bottom.

He quietly entered the room, suppressing the noisy atmosphere before Fingel could utter some sycophantic remarks, and naturally sat down in the seat that Caesar had just occupied, which was directly opposite Lu Mingfei, and nodded to the boy on the bed.

Lu Mingfei suddenly realized that she was no longer the little girl being harassed by a burly man; she was now practically the top courtesan!

Why are they coming one after another?

He sighed, then writhed over to the bedside and sat down a little more formally.

"I'm sorry to bother you, but I won't talk for too long." Chu Zihang seemed to be a very thoughtful person. He accurately caught the expression on Lu Mingfei's face and expressed his apology before starting the conversation.

However, Lu Mingfei was also this kind of person. While Chu Zihang was trying to guess his thoughts, he also guessed Chu Zihang's thoughts.